Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Gold among the Maroons

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Armand's heart raced as the sighing sound that produced Abela. When his lips touched the entire neck of the woman. The sweet fragrance of flowers that smelled clearly on Armand's nose made Armand lose his mind.

Armand knew, Abela doesn't have the strength to fight him now. Thank you for the aura Abela put out earlier. Surprisingly Armand did not feel that he had cheated. Of course with a stronger aura Abela was made sure not to do much.

Is he really doing this? Suddenly the question popped into Armand's head. He stopped his movements and distanced himself from Abela. Staring at the expanse of her hair that contrasts but is in harmony with the maroon color of the blanket below them.

Armand swallowed his saliva. His senses will not return tonight. He won't be able to do it. And he's not sure about Abela. There's no say no or let go since Armand fucked her.

Armand looked at Abela's red face. Thin steam was seen coming out from his slightly open mouth. His chest that rose and fell inhaled a breath. His nightgown was up and down. Armand's gaze moved to Abela's closed eyes.

"Abela ..." whispered Armand.

"Yes .." Abela replied no less slowly.

"I'm really going to do it." Armand is still trying to get close to Abela.

"To east. I'm going east" Abela replied in the situation. Armand could not help but laugh in surprise.

"What do you say at a time like this?" ask Armand.

"You've stopped, haven't you?"

"Yet. I said I would really do it. So I mean, I was just about to start." Armand was confused but on the other hand he found this situation amusing.

Armand could see Abela's eyes widen when he heard her say that. Or the way he turned his face, clearly looks upset.

"Stop away !" abela ketus.

Armand was still laughing as he switched positions to lie down. His gaze was straight up staring at the ceiling. Abela's hair tickled the side of her face. And their index fingers are linked to each other.

"I still have a hard time believing ... You really forgot me?" ask Armand again.

"Why don't you ever understand what I'm saying?" asked Abela, she sighed softly. "I'm telling the truth" he said, lying. He wanted to tell Armand if he was that evil witch. Perhaps Armand could instantly slash at him again. But the thing is, did Armand not hesitate to kill his lover as well?

It's complicated how to get out of this world without feeling guilty about others. It's even more upsetting if God still stubbornly tells him to live again. Whose body will he possess.

The only thing Abela could think of was the monsters that were now acting aggressively. What by eliminating all the monsters was Abela's job done.

"What are you thinking?" armand's question no longer surprised him.

Abela opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Armand's gentle gaze. Armand carefully removed the haircut Abela had on her face. Armand's touch did not bother Abela.

"There's a lot I think about" Abela replied. "It felt so much that my head was ringing."

"You can discuss everything with me." Armand's gaze was still just as gentle, he pulled the corner of his lips slightly. Clearly feeling a little sad.

"On the one who keeps a lot of things secret to me?" Abela rolled her eyes. Responded to Armand's awkward laughter.

"I ... There's no other reason than not being ready to tell you everything." Armand was still very calm. The tip of his finger was still stroking Abela's cheek.

"Why do you want to go east?" ask Armand at last.

"I don't know either. I might know the answer once I get there. It's just a hunch. My gut tells me I have to go there. Maybe I can help you a little." Abela knew she must have confused Armand. But he doesn't care.

"alright. I'm weak at your gaze like this" Armand said.

What kind of look? Abela asked in her heart.

"You must love this woman so much?" Abela didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Again, you said as if you weren't him" Armand said in a calm tone.

"You know how else I am ...."

"All right, I get it" Armand cut.

Armand's hand was no longer on Abela's face, it had already moved to her bare arm. Rubbing it with his slightly rough palm by the callus. Abela looked at Armand, suddenly her throat choked. When was the last time he could exchange ideas with others or even feel their affections.

Living alone and lonely for hundreds of years was the most torturous thing he wanted to end right away. Never once did he imagine there would be a time when he could sleep next to someone staring at him with a look of admiration. A little bit sad because that look wasn't for her.

"You hate me touching you like this?" armand asked, giving Abela some sense back.

Armand laughed again at Abela's reply, not knowing that her lover could be so sweet like this.

"I don't know now you're looking at me that way. Lustful?" Armand chuckled again.

"You tend to attack me every time we meet," Abela replied flatly.

"I can't deny it. I'm just doing what I always do to you." Armand stopped his laughter.

"I've always stressed many times not to do it again. At least it's more understanding that I'm not used to it, I mean I don't remember the habit." Abela no longer knew what he was saying. He wished he wasn't here.

"I'm sorry, as you said. I can't hold my nafs." Armand sounded not sorry at all.

"Why does that sound like bullshit." Abela rolled her eyes again.

"alright. I'll tell you when we first did it."

"Don't we start with how we first met?" asked Abela could not hide her disinterest.

"Haha .. it's cold. I just want to tell you the point. But fine if you want to hear how we met," Armand said in between his laughter.

"Forget it, just tell me how we first did it." Abela felt like she had to get used to her murderous face like this. So he'll just say what's in his head.

"We didn't do it when we first met, did we?" ask Abela again. Enough to give Armand a reason to laugh out loud.

"What should I do now, baby ...." Armand said in a low tone sounding asductive. His gaze focused on Abela's face that was blushing red again. It had been a long time since the call had made Abela face like this. Or Abela's red lips are clenched.

"I want to kiss your lips." Armand gulped his saliva as he said that.

"You can't be trusted. I just praised you earlier," Abela replied, her thin tone did not match her timid look.

"That's your fault, you made me want to do it." Armand sounded annoying in Abela's ears.

"I don't feel like doing anything His Highness Prince Armand," Abela said sarcastically.

"It's been a long time since anyone has called me prince. Besides, I'm a war general now."

"You sound proud to be the one who's been sent to commit suicide over and over again." Again Abela said it in a sneering tone like this morning at the dinner table when they had breakfast.

"Should I really lock your mouth to stop saying something that hurts me? Just so you know, if someone else says it. I must have run out of patience." Armand said so with a flat expression that strangely aroused sympathy for Abela. His eyes were closed, tan wrinkles were visible between his eyebrows.

"So I'm an exception?" ask Abela.

Armand was surprised, he opened his eyes looking at Abela's face up close. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared, changing into a slightly widened eye gaze. Not because of Abela's question, more precisely because Abela's hand also touched her arm. It was a move that Armand never thought Abela would make right now.

"You know ..." whispered the raucous Armand. "The first time we do it, it always starts with a kiss." Armand drew the distance between their faces. His lips finally touched Abela's lips slowly, Armand boasted Abela's lower lip. Make Abela open her lips a little. Heh? Armand grinned in the middle of their kisses as Abela signaled back her kiss.

Armand further pressed down on his body, and pulled Abela closer. Their kisses are getting more intense. Armand heard a small sigh come out from the moment his tongue greeted the woman's palate. It was more obvious when Armand touched his hip and pulled him closer while one of Armand's legs was between his legs.

Armand distanced his face ending their kiss, to look at Abela's more seductive face than before. The red hue had yet to leave her face while the gaze of her eyes turned livid. Armand rubbed Abela's skin gently from the cheek, to the neck, to the arm. The sensation of Armand's rough hands made Abela involuntarily bite her lips.

"After our kiss ended I put my hand here" said Armand hoarsely. I don't know why he felt the need to talk so much. When her hand had moved into Abela's thigh skin, stroking her up to her waist. Feel Abela's underwear.

"You shouldn't wear this" Armand said.

"You didn't open it earlier" Abela replied too quickly. Making Armand's grin wider.

"Alright, I just need to put my finger here then." Abela's hand grip on the thin Armand clothing material strengthened. When Armand touched the part between his legs. It feels somehow fun. Abela breathed fast as the tempo of Armand's finger movements.

Abela's eyes widened a little, the grip of her hand even stronger to the skin of Armand. Can Armand see the bite on his lips also strengthened. Abela's body trembled slightly as two fingers of Armand entered her body.

Abela sighed softly, the heat inside her body she could not control. He was confused to put his hand where other than to clutch his clothes. Armand. He wanted Armand to do more intensely where he wanted to but was too embarrassed to say so. God fucking. Abela Umpat. He's like this just because he hasn't done it in a long time, right?

"Abela ... You're wetter than I thought ... Should I add a finger ... Or ...." Armand swallowed his saliva. Abela's expression now made her head hurt. I want to do it quickly if I can.

"Do ... Yes ...." Abela painstakingly took out that word.

"What?" Armand didn't hear it. But somehow he wanted Abela to say it again.

"I said ... Just do it ...."

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